Examination Hell

[perpetuity]

I had this big debate going on in my head, right? Stupid EB teacher said our exam was exactly the same as our pretest and that we could use our notes. Now, my pretest, which I got a 30/60 on (*cringe* I failed!) has been in my notes all Quarter.

Anyway, I was pretty nervous. On the one hand, I did the work and I got the right answers-- It would be cheating off myself. Which isn't really cheating, you know? I wasn't going to get all the right answers, just the ones I had already answered. It's math, all logic, and logic dictates if I did it right once, theorectically I'd get it right again. Right?

Ouch. Isn't that painful?

Anyway, I was saved from a moral mental debate, because the stupid teacher lied-- it wasn't the exactly the same test. And I had was the little bubble-ins. I'm rather relieved. I don't mind copying my friends' homework, or letting then copy mine, but that's homework. Tests are different, you know? Kind of a narrow moral distinction, but hell. I've cheated on one quiz, and I felt so guilty about it that I ended up switching the answers so I'd get them wrong, like I should have.

Lame, I know, but c'est moi.

PE Final. Better than I expected? I was so pissed, I got a C on the midterm. Heather recalls me saying something like "A C? A freaking C? How the hell did I get a C?!" I only studied a little as I ate breakfast and right beforehand, so what do you expect? I don't expect much.

Heh. This just popped into my head, from the last time Heather, Kim and I ran the mile:

Heather: We should all get together and study for the exam!
Me: HOW THE HELL DO YOU STUDY FOR PE??!!

(I was trying to run a mile in under 15 mins; I was a little edgier than usual)

Biofinal... I SO FREAKING HATE MY BIOLOGY TEACHER. MY EX-TEACHER!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love saying that. My ex-biology teacher. What a lovely phrase.

Ehh. Anyway, I did the 100 multiple choice in good time. Then we had two genetics problems. First was probability, and then we had to determine the genotypes and phenotypes of a dihybrid cross.

I was writing the phenotypes out when my ex-biology teacher said we had less than half an hour left. I panicked. "Less than half an hour" to my poor, confused brain, filled to the brim with Mendelian genetics and primates and active and passive immunity and other junk, means "ten minutes." So I panicked. I stopped the phenotype, did a quick, crappy essay question (her essays never require more than 2 or 3 sentences... oh, excuse me, required!! Past tense!!) and then wrote a lab for a hypothetical question. Which also sucked. Then I finished the phenotype, and well, I turned it in, up front. I handed it in, and by chance looked at the clock.

I had ten, twenty minutes left.

And once you turn it in, that's it, no looking back.

BITCH. My ex-biology teacher screws me again!!! This is worse than when she marked me off ten points for using a freaking pronoun!!!!!!!

I got to hang out with 3 of my five favorite men after school, but since my mom has been getting real bitchy at me for oddly being online whenever she chances to call home ^_~, I'll write about Matt, Xavier and George later.

Au revoir, all you lovely people out in cyberland!!

And good freaking riddance to Ms Welsch, my ex-biology teacher!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[perpetual-poet.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, oh please. Don't ruin my joy, dearest. (heh) All she'll teach is biology, and only to Honors, mostly freshmen. (Thank God!)

I got a C on the exam, but since it balances with my two B's each quarter, my overall grade that appears on my transcript is a B! Joy!!

Still, see Anna? That's how she makes me feel.